I remember my comic strips being called "new wave." It bugged me.

In health we're doing the digestive system. We each got assigned a topic for an oral report. I got the small intestine. I swear to god I hate my life.

No matter what, expect the unexpected. And whenever possible BE the unexpected.

I listen like mad to any conversation taking place next to me just trying to hear why this is funny. Women's restrooms are especially great. I wash my hands twice waiting for people to come in and start talking.

When you think about it, giving up your real personality is a small price to pay for the richness of living happily ever after with an actual man!

We don't create a fantasy world to escape reality. We create it to be able to stay.

As I enter the small intestine I get squeezed by muscles. Its dark and the walls look like slimey crushed velvet theres pancreas juice on me help me I am disintigrating.